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[ It took Kuroo's mother doing what Kuroo's mother does best, being sneakier and more precise about it than Kuroo could ever hope to be, and successfully worming the cafe schedule out of an unsuspecting and flustered cafe manager, for Kuroo to be here at exactly the right time when the cafe is in a lull and when Nisaka is on shift. Specifically when Nisaka is on shift. Kuroo's mom said it was so he could deliver a souvenir she bought him from her trip away, and Kuroo won't complain since it serves his needs just fine.

He pushes open the door with an elbow, present bag swinging on the other as he makes his way up to the counter. He doesn't even see the other guy, which is probably quite telling, but honestly he's kind of stopped paying attention to his own 'huh, that was pretty gay' moments. It's easier to just accept them as a part of himself now. ]

Wow, what a flattering apron. You look ravishing. Is that a whipped cream stain? It's not even 10am yet.

[ Kuroo grins, then looks up at the board, scanning it for a moment before.. ]

What the fuck is a chococcino..

[ to be honest, he had perked up the moment he caught sight of kuroo on the other side of the door, though for nisaka "perking up" is really more like a little more light and attentiveness in his eyes. to be fair, he looks up from his spot by the cappucino machine, ignoring the rest of watabe's instructions as foam starts to build up in his cup. both boys are wearing the cafe's standard uniform — black pants with a dark red shirt and a long black apron. watabe is wearing a cap with the cafe's logo on it, but nisaka has opted without it, though given the length of his hair, most of the long tresses is drawn back into a neat little ponytail.

he notices the little giftbang swinging from kuroo's elbow, but doesn't really think much of it outside of the fact it's on his elbow. his entire attention rests on the boy himself, even if his expression has barely changed from seconds prior. so much for a "customer service smile." ]

Something your waistline won't appreciate. [ he tips his head. ] Are you here for a discount? It's only 5%.

Will you quit poking at my weight? You're gonna give me a complex.

[ Says the guy who's been out since eight on a morning run... Like he's not guiltily pushing himself just that little bit harder since he's more than a little paranoid about the two ridiculously lavish baked treats he stuffed into his face in as many days when he got back to his hometown. Kuroo's fringe is sticking to his face and the spiked roughness of his hair seems just that extra bit wild from his efforts. His skin is slightly damp, sweat beading on his arms, which are visible since he's wearing a ridiculous no-sleeves-was-tshirt with a garish tiger on the front, and running down the side of his face to nestle in the towel around his neck. ]

5% is pretty weak. You can't shove an extra shot of syrup in there while no-one's watching? Just for me?

[ He's joking, just because he has no idea what kind of syrup he'd go for if he had the option. He's kind of a weak latte no frills kind of guy. Unless it was latte art, because he's always kind of quietly impressed by extraneous but deceivingly complex shit like that. ]

[ as if the latte gods were against him in that very moment, watabe pokes his head up over the cappuccino machine, carefully carrying the cup he'd been working on before nisaka's attention was diverted. currently it's feature just a simple leaf design, since he'd wanted to start nisaka off slow. the boy is tall, with most of his light brown hair stuffed under that baseball cap, but he's got a fair bit of fringe curling over his brow. he blinks at kuroo, and then at nisaka, before slowly giving an uneasy smile. ]

It's a local company, [ nisaka responds, trying not to follow how a bead of sweat is rolling down the muscle of kuroo's bicep, ] were you expecting Starbucks?

Friend of yours, Nisaka-kun? [ watabe pipes up then, stepping away from the machine to stand a little closer by the counter. ] What can we do for you today?

[ Kuroo raises his eyebrows as if only just seeing that there was more to this place than Nisaka and the board behind him, although it's hard to tell if the look he gives the intruder is a look of genuine surprise or an act of appraisal, like he's sizing him up. Judging his threat level. ]

Just looking, for now.

[ Speaking of looking. He puts his arms up on the counter, elbows resting on the glass of the little display case while he makes a show of looking at the boards when really.. Fuck, it's hard to see what Nisaka is wearing from this angle, it's hard to see much... except his hair scraped back so effortlessly like that. Kuroo's either going to die from that alone, or the curiosity of not seeing the whole thing. ]

Are you due a break any time soon? [ Then, quick and grinning like some kind of overgrown feline. ] You're so tiny I can barely see you over this thing.

[ good lord. they usually don't like customers to lean up against the glass like that, especially overly sweaty customers, and while nisaka is usually one of the first to quietly dissuade a patron, in this case he finds himself a little lost for words. the fact kuroo's arms just flex up when he leans like that probably has a lot to do with it...

he shuts ups mouth, suddenly realizing it had been left hanging open in a failed attempt to rebuke him. his expression quickly shifts into a glower, almost petulant. ]

I don't look any different than I did two days ago, [ he murmurs. there's some shifting beside him, and he blinks towards watabe as if remembering they hadn't been alone this whole time. watabe, on the other hand, is smiling down at nisaka as if they were. ]

If you want to take your break now, you can. It's so slow, anyway. Go ahead and take a little longer, if you want. I can cover for you.

[ Ah. This must be Watabe. It slots into place when Kuroo hears him offer to cover, mind casting back to Nisaka mentioning him over their dinner. With that recollection comes the memory of how Kuroo instinctively decided he didn't like this guy, and now feels justified as he half glares at the look he's giving Nisaka; like nothing matters but their conversation, like Kuroo is just a customer, an outsider to the world they've got behind the counter.

He vindicates himself by thinking that, his less than platonic feelings aside, he's still Nisaka's best friend and therefore has rights and a definite place in all this, so it's understandable he'd be upset by someone encroaching on his turf. Or maybe he's still sore about missing out on picking up on Nisaka's subtleties for two months, that while he was gone all Nisaka had to be close to was this guy. He's trying not to think of that dreamy look Nisaka got when thinking about him, either..

Either way, Kuroo does his best to look pleasant after the momentary slip up, wafting a hand toward Nisaka. ]

C'mon, my mom got you a present, that's the whole reason I'm here.

[ Definitely not to soak up all your time like a sponge before school starts, definitely not. Once Nisaka is out of the way of the till, Kuroo turns to Watabe with a pleasant expression, similar to one he might give to the captain of a rival team. It's too nice, and it shows. ]

Hey. I'll have a medium, half-whole milk, one quarter 1%, one quarter non-fat, extra hot, one shot decaf, latte with foam. He tilts his head. Thanks!

[ And then turns and picks the table furthest away from the counter before sitting down. ]

[ it would have already been all too easy for kuroo to draw nisaka's attention back, but the mention of a potential gift has him perking up considerably. he isn't often a materialistic sort of boy, but kuroo's mother's travels have always interested him, perhaps in part because he's quite convinced he'll never leave this town. or have reason to.

he's thanking watabe before slipping out from behind the counter, curiously trying to peek into the bag slung around kuroo's elbow. however the other boy's order has him pausing; even after two months of hearing ridiculous demand after ridiculous demand under his belt, that one has him blinking over the details. ]

Since when were your tastes so complicated, [ he questions out loud, eyes narrowing faintly into a squint. just how much has kuroo changed in that camp, anyway...

he tries to catch watabe's eyes before getting too far away, meaning to apologize for his friend's eccentricities, but the other boy's gaze is caught entirely on kuroo's back. his expression unreadable, and unsettling in that.

frowning faintly, he slips into the open chair across kuroo, trying to shake the strange feeling off. ]

[ He's being a dick on purpose, but he's working it and can't really bring himself to care too much since Watabe has no choice but to pull up everything required for Kuroo's intentionally ridiculous and difficult order and concentrate on making it rather than finding an excuse to interrupt again. He'll feel bad about being out of line later. Maybe.

Kuroo places the bag on the table and slides it towards Nisaka, his grin more earnest and natural now. His mother constantly brought gifts back for her son but never without the joke that she forgot and bought something for Nisaka instead - her favourite son, since they've been friends so long that he's practically extended family to her. Often it was something practical, like something to keep him warm or something he could use on a day to day basis, contrasting completely with Kuroo's gifts of sweets or candies or ridiculous figures and plush characters. This time it's an edo furin, with the bowl painted delicately to resemble a sunrise. There's a postcard or two in there, too, both with scenes of misty mountains.

He doesn't say anything, because everything swirling around in his head is concentrated on the fact that.. well, honestly, Nisaka looks really good in an apron, and it's such a simple addition to how he normally looks that Kuroo is kind of embarrassed by how much it's staggered him. Not sexy or anything like that - he was kidding about loving men in uniforms, he can take it or leave it - but... grown up. Sophisticated. The hair tie doesn't help. Nisaka now physically looks like he's experienced a lot in the two months Kuroo was away, and he's made both proud and terrified by it. ]

[ it's hardly his first gift from kuroo's mother through the years, but each one is still treated as if it might as well be, as if he still can't quite fathom why she (or anyone outside of obligatory family members) would bother. there's an awed sort of reverence to the way nisaka delicately peeks into the bag, moving aside tissue paper and bubble wrap before finally drawing out the edo furin. it chimes softly as he cradles it in his hands, his large eyes only growing wider at the sight of it. ]

This is mine? [ his voice is hushed, as if the very decibel itself might somehow disrupt the wind chime. carefully, he turns it over, watching the paints shift like the colors of the sky itself. ]

I need to thank her... [ he grows quiet, already mentally mapping out his schedule the next few days. he'll have to do it in person, of course, and it's not simply because it allows him an opportunity to visit kuroo's home... though it admittedly is a perk of it. ]

[ Kuroo sits back in his chair, arms folded over his chest as he watches Nisaka peer into the bag so carefully, like he always does, no matter how simple or small the present might be. He would have thought Nisaka would be used to this kind of thing by now, but then Nisaka always seemed surprised when people other than the people apparently obligated to do so showed him any care.. It's as though he can't understand why they'd spend the energy doing so. It's probably why Kuroo's obvious and sometimes suffocating affection for him has never been called out or dis-encouraged before.

It's painfully cute, and Kuroo can't hide how endeared he is by it. He's smiling so much he has to hide it behind a hand. ]

She's at home all day today. What time do you finish?

[ his eyes slip up after a moment, gaze almost shy beneath the long fringes unable to be drawn back by his hairtie. there's a twinkling in kuroo's eyes that both excites and worries him. what's it for, is he the cause of it, he suddenly needs to know. ]

Noon.

[ his hands lightly squeeze around the glass, testing its strength. ]

You don't have plans today?

Nope. I went for my run already, and I want to let the team enjoy the last few days of freedom before I start working them to the bone.

[ He's watching Nisaka carefully, smile still present but slowly getting under control. It's been just as long since Nisaka was at his house, and Kuroo can't help but feel like it's missed his presence.. his scent, his warmth. Kuroo is used to it just being him and his mother, but it's a different kind of comfort entirely with Nisaka around. And this time, he promises himself, it'll be less tense.

Even if the way Nisaka gazes up softly through bangs that are just as soft threatens to make his heart stop. ]

She got me a bag of candy and this towel. [ He lifts the corner of the sweat rag around his neck, monogrammed with the name of some city to the far north. ] So clearly she's missed you.

[ unwillingly, the gesture only draws nisaka's gaze back to the sweat clinging to those arms, to those arms themselves, and the full expanse of skin made visible thanks to that ridiculous cut-off shirt... he hates how his eyes linger, how they're eager to drink the sight in.

endeavoring to push past it, he purses his lips to smother a smile and delicately replaces the glass ball into its bag. ]

She probably thought you'd crush something like this with your gorilla hands anyway. [ those nice... strong... hands... ]

I can stop by after work, then. So long as she doesn't mind her house smelling like coffee.

Gorilla hands... [ He holds up his hands, looking over his palms and then the backs. ] They're hardly gorilla hands. Panther paws, maybe.

[ He grins, spidering his fingers across the table and stopping when they're stretched across Nisaka's side. ]

You're just mad because your hands are dainty. Side by side mine do look kind of gorilla-ish.

[ He's only slightly implying that Nisaka should put his hands on the table with Kuroo's. Only slightly. Kuroo has pretty beaten up hands, pretty standard for a guy who plays sports, but Nisaka's pretty much nonexistent hobbies mean his are long and slender, soft in all the right places and generally pleasing to look at.. at least as far as Kuroo is concerned. ]

Nah. It's better than her house smelling like sweat.

[ nisaka frowns down at his own hands, unconsciously mimicking the other's actions and expression. he never thought his were particularly dainty; weaker, perhaps... smaller, too. but that's to be expected, when kuroo's now at least five inches taller than him.

he does end up putting a hand down, but it's curled into a fist that he lightly bops against kuroo's knuckles once, twice, then lingers. ]

Don't be angry all your aggressive training these past two months have turned you into the Hulk, [ he hums. he definitely does not glance at kuroo's arms again. ]

And I'm pretty sure your sweat's soaked into every piece of furniture in that house by now. Hard to remove.

[ Kuroo quickly jerks the hand Nisaka isn't pawing at upwards, catching him by the wrist so that he can bring their open palms together, testing the difference in size between their hands. Kuroo's fingers are a whole knuckle longer than Nisaka's, which somehow he hadn't really been expecting. They're not that far apart in age, and their height difference might be substantial but he never thought it'd manifest like this. He can't remember ever thinking their hands were so distinctly different before..

Nisaka's hands are warm, too. He wonders if that's from work or something else, and wonders too about the reason for the rabbit pulse he can feel in the fingers he has wrapped around Nisaka's wrist. He flickers his eyes over to the counter for a moment, automatically, as he tries to figure out the reason why. ]

There's nothing wrong with bulking out a little. [ He shrugs his shoulders, but it's more a flex than anything. He's terrible. ] And I don't roll across everything when I come back, you know. It's just everything in my room that's sweat stained beyond saving.

[ nisaka almost blanches at the sight of their hands, palm-to-palm like that. and it has nothing to do with the considerable size difference (though that in itself is both surprising and not) and instead entirely about the sudden proximity of their hands. he and kuroo have held hands before — linked to ensure they stick together in larger settings or long mazes — but there's something strangely intimate about them being palm-to-palm like this... his hand flexes, nearly curling against kuroo's. ]

Remind me not to sleep over at your place, [ he murmurs reflexively. only to pause and blush faintly at the lingering memory of that disastrous night.

he jerks his hand back, folding his arms around the gift bag. ]

I'll text you before I head over...

[ This is, if anything, the most normal thing Kuroo could have done. It's not unusual to see friends comparing hand-sizes, especially for sportsmen like Kuroo... but there's something more to this like there is with every should-be-normal thing he does by Nisaka's side. He's doing his best not to ruin it by thinking along lines he shouldn't stray down but.. it's hard when Nisaka's fingers twitch as if they're resisting some urge to curl or link with his, and Kuroo knows he shouldn't kid himself being hopeful but... he wants..

And then they're separated and for a moment Kuroo forgets to reel in his expression, leaving him looking child like and vulnerable with hope for a few moments before he snaps out of it and a grin slides back onto his face. ]

Too late, I already marked my territory all over your bed.

[ Holy shit! He was going for a cat joke!! The minute the words are out of his mouth he realises the unavoidable subtext and flushes from his neck to his hairline.

He stands up. ]

Sure, sure. I'll hang around town for you, there's some stuff I need to do.

[ He can't look at Nisaka, his attention determinedly on the counter where Watabe is just finishing up his ridiculous order. ]

Throw it in a to go cup.

[ He says as he approaches, knowing full well that it'll ruin his hard work in the latte art but not giving a single shit as he pulls a note out of his pocket and smacks it on the counter.]

[ kuroo stands and leaves before he can even see the look on nisaka's face, all wide-eyed and an odd mixture of pale and flushed. like his body can't decide on what reaction to settle on, he oscillates between shocked and flustered because, yes, his mind immediately went there and now he's wondering just what kuroo might have been doing all alone on his bed while he holed himself in that bathroom and—

no no, that's a dangerous line of thinking. he tries to snap himself out of it while kuroo stands and flees, stock-still in the booth until long after kuroo had actually left.

watabe rings him up cheerfully. casually forgetting the 5% discount. ]

[ Kuroo needs to find space to breathe and distance himself from what he just said more than anything else right now. The rational part of his mind is telling him that doing so will only make it worse as it'll leave Nisaka thinking of nothing but the subtext and that really he should have just played it up as a big joke, waggled his eyebrows and ran with it in order to not make things weird but.. Kuroo doesn't trust himself to pretend convincingly. He doesn't trust himself at all around Nisaka anymore. Hormones are doing him dirty and he can't quite shake the feeling that he's capable of breaking the friendship with something as simple as a slipped up word or mistaken comment.

He takes the cup, ignores both Watabe (who he's affectionately renaming with a curse word in his head) and the change, and walks toward the door.

Then he stops. He turns, looking back at Nisaka though it could very well kill him. ]

Text me, okay?

[ He'd already said he would but Kuroo needs to be sure he means it, that he won't get spooked out of doing so and just avoid mentioning it until Kuroo brings it up. He even manages to smile brightly before exiting and letting the door shut behind him.

He throws the cup into the trash can outside without taking even a sip, and then starts off down the street at a quick paced jog. ]

[ once again, they miss each other. nisaka turns too late, just barely catching kuroo slip out the doorway, wood and glass and concrete blocking him from seeing his expression, anything. the repeat promise that he will text him dies on his tongue, but it takes a while longer for his mouth to close, for the disappointment twisting up his insides to fade.

briefly, he catches eyes with watabe, who's staring at him with a strange expression, and nisaka decides he can't take anything anymore and twists back around in his seat to put his head down for a while.

he had known, he'd known, the moment he realized he was different, it would be a problem. he'd hoped his little crush on his best friend would fade in time, that it would maybe even transfer onto someone else, but he hardly helped himself by how desperately he tried to fill his time with the other. it hadn't been this difficult before, or maybe it always has and he's just weaker now... either way, something needed to be done, or he's going to fuck up and lose the best thing that's ever happened to him.

when noon comes, he stares at his phone for a long, long time. in the end, he knows what he has to do...

but he hates having to do it. ]

Hey.
Turns out I forgot I promised my dad I'd read his new manuscript after work today.
Tell your mom I said thanks, okay?
I'll try and see her soon.

[ he sends the text with a churning in his gut, already feeling sick about it. ]

[ Kuroo went for another run, distracted himself (or at least attempted to) by walking around a few stores without really taking anything in and ended up waiting across the street from the cafe trying to look busy for at least twenty minutes before Nisaka's shift was due to end. It'd be fine now, he's sure, after the air had cleared and they'd both focused on things other than Kuroo's embarrassing slip up.

He's of course gone through the preliminary freak out of being deeply concerned that his best friend might never want to talk to him again because he's revealed himself to be some kind of massive creep, has considered what might happen if Nisaka were to cut ties right now and start ghosting him from here on out, but hasn't got much further than that because a freak out in public is the absolute last thing he needs right now.

He's been refreshing their text thread every minute or so leading up to noon, and then for a few moments after. Nisaka must be getting ready to leave, he thinks, trying to ignore the knot resting heavily in his stomach.

When his phone finally vibrates, he stands up and looks at the cafe before he reads what the message says. Nisaka is nowhere to be seen, so he looks at his screen again, and the weight gets heavier and colder in his gut.

Shit. ]

she's in all day, you can come over afterwards?

[ He hates the way it makes him sound, but he's terrified of what Nisaka is trying to do. ]

it wont take you that long anyway, right? your dads stuff is always good

[ there had been a tiny bit of hope that kuroo would have accepted his weakass apology and leave it at that... but of course he knew better.

in the backroom of the cafe, nisaka leans his head heavily against the wall as he stares down at his phone, screen going dark from how long he's taking to respond. even long after the screen goes black, he can see kuroo's words run like a marquee in his mind. he can practically hear the disappointment and confusion in his voice...

this sucks. this sucks.

but it's necessary, right? it has to be done?

doesn't it???? ]

Yeah sure
I'll be there around dinnertime?

[ he groans out loud and knocks his head into the wall, teeth grit as he hits send. even when he's trying to be strong, he's weak. ]

[ Kuroo feels better, definitely relieved that Nisaka relented and is still coming over, but.. Nisaka has never been all that stubborn or difficult to talk into things. He always seems to just go with whatever is suggested, whatever is easiest, as though arguing or forcing his point would be too much effort.. So Kuroo can't be entirely relieved, because the smart part of him is piping up again and pointing out that Nisaka postponed their meeting for a reason, and the only reason that could be responsible is the one thing he's trying to avoid. Kuroo.

He swallows, and gives the cafe one last glance before turning to make his way home. ]

sure :) see you then

[He hates it, he hates it so much. He types something else, the beginning of a question he's afraid to ask just as much as he's afraid of the answer - are we okay, is this about me, do you want to forget it and try again tomorrow like nothing ever happened - but he knows that's a surefire way to fuck everything up and that Nisaka probably won't answer him anyway.. No, if he's going to ask something like that, it should wait until Nisaka is sitting in front of him. He owes him that much.]